By Kindra M. Austin
Don’t be stoopid. It’s not me—
break-ups are rough. Tough like
Ever watch a dog chew on processed cow skin?
That shit’s indigestible; causes intestinal
swelling and diarrhea, etcetera.
some relationships are (un)just
oversized break-ups in-waiting,
glazed with meat flavoring for optimal taste.
I used to lounge with you
outside in the summer dark.
Under the stars,
we’d swig bottles of Miller Lite
and inhale Marlboro tobacco;
two Alphas trying
to cancel each other out.
That’s a goddamned lie.
never had int’rest
in your use-less
Now you howl by yourself,
who will clean up your vomit.
It’s not me—
Kindra M. Austin is a very sweary indie author and editor from mid-Michigan (you can find her books here). She’s also the co-founder of Blank Paper Press, a founding member of Indie Blu(e) Publishing, founder of publishing imprint, One for Sorrow, and a writer/managing editor at Blood into Ink, and Whisper and the Roar. Austin cut her poetry teeth in April, 2016, and joined the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective in 2017. You can find more of her foul mouth at poems and paragraphs.